Oh my goodness. I had totally planned on having a clean slate this afternoon to write you all a cushy blog, and then a million things came up (and by “a million” I mean “two”). But because I have integrity (like Job), I’m sticking to my initial plan and making sure that we properly reminisce about my children on this, their 9-month birthday.
1.) Holding Our Own Bottles
This has changed my life so much. I’ve learned that the ratio of “difficult” time to “easy” time never changes, when one has small kids, just the content of the difficult/easy time . Still, it’s nice to have some change in life.
Oh my goodness. How many teeth does one person need? Because it feels like Jared has millions of them. We’re now up to 6 teeth (4 on the bottom, 2 on the top), while Rebekah still has none. She is 9 months old, for crying out loud. I think this is actually pretty fortunate, because if she had teeth she would have figured out biting by now. Jared remains perfectly innocent of the potential damage inherent in mandibles.
3.) Solid Food
We’re up to two feedings per day. At 11:00 am we serve rice cereal mixed with pureed fruit, and at 3:30 pm we serve pureed vegetables of various sorts. Sweet potatoes are a hit, of course, but so are “Mixed Vegetables” and Sweet Carrots. Nobody seems to like Peas, yet, but I’m sure they’ll be a hit when they’re served as finger food.
Rebekah finally learned how to crawl this month. She’s gotten quite fast, and has learned that the nursery door represents escape, if someone happens to leave it ajar. Her favorite thing is to take off down the hall and see how far she can get before someone catches her. And on weekends, when Mike is here to help me, we taken the twins out in the kitchen or outside and they really enjoy having a whole new room to explore.
She’s also started pulling up on furniture, but only into a kneeling position. When she first wakes up she likes to crawl to where her crib meets Jared’s, pull up on the bars, and make him giggle.
Jared is still a pro at rolling (he lays on his tummy, rotates his body to face the direction he wants to go, and then starts tumbling toward whatever object he’s interested in), and has recently added funny wiggling and swimming motions to his arsenal.
5.) Other Stuff
Rebekah is still our snuggler. She loves being held, and she loves when you lay her on your tummy and rub her back.
Rebekah is also still enamored with the buckle on carseats.
Jared is just plain jolly. He likes to laugh, especially in church. He’ll just be sitting on our laps, quietly playing with a rattle, and then start giggling. Mike says he laughs at inappropriate times during Elder’s Quorum lessons.
Such cute kids.
Other Stuff, from the less-adorable Berkeys
I think Mike and I might have stumbled on a new weekend tradition: Great Movies from Our Childhood, AKA The Nineties. A few weekends ago Mike wanted to watch a movie, and I wanted a treat. Oddly enough, I selected the movie (Jumanji! Remember that one? It’s streamable on Netflix!) and Mike chose the treat (pita and hummus. Seriously. I am the luckiest woman alive).
And our ant problem. Remember that? We finally got a pest control guy out here. He was quite delightful. He was one of those that wanted to talk to me for 2 hours, but I didn’t mind. I learned a lot. The most common ants here in the Tri-Cities are either Odorous Houseants or Pavement Ants. Termites are a pain to get rid of, because you have to drill into the foundation to lay the poison. Mouse poison is an anti-coagulant, but you have to make sure to keep them out of your dog/cat food, because that stuff has Vitamin K1, which is a blood thickener and counteracts the poison. His name is Paul. He has a liberal brother who’s a judge, and they don’t talk about politics. He has 3 granddaughters, and he took them horseback riding a few weeks ago. If you have cockroaches, they will be behind your fridge. See? Very informative.
I got a haircut today in preparation for the conference. My stylist was named Jillian. She has several tattoos on her arms that commemorate loved ones who have died, and works for a nonprofit/charity organization that tries to change the stereotypes about women with tattoos/piercings (“they’re not all bikers, sailors, or prostitutes”). Her whole family (mom and dad, and several siblings) live in the Tri-Cities. Her sister-in-law has a cat named Nietzsche.
My paper is essentially done. I say “essentially” because Mike thinks I need to make a handful of changes, and I’m so tired of writing that I’m ignoring his suggestions. I’ll probably do the final fixes tomorrow or Thursday, but as of today I’m pretending that it’s done. Super excited to go to Seattle!